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QOTD: Trust the process.
ROMY:
I was fucked.
I wanted Marcus, and I wanted him now.
My pussy throbbed as I watched him take talk about the merger, his dark hair slightly mussed, his eyes holding an angry glint in them, his jaw clenching and unclenching, all clear signs of stress and anger, but I wanted him.
You see, Mel, Marcus, his assistant; Gavin and I were in the conference room at 9 PM on a Thursday night, still trying to sort out some disagreements about the merger. And it clearly wasn't going well.
This merger would give Monroe Publishing the necessary capital it needed to expand comfortably, without falling into a whole ass debt trap, in exchange for a little share of our firm to Mister Gold's company. Well, we were negotiating how much we'd give up, and Mel wasn't ready to give up much of it. It clearly wasn't sitting well with Mister Gold.
"Miss Monroe, I don't want to make this difficult for either of us, so I suggest we meet in the middle. Call for a compromise." Marcus was talking, his arms folded under his chest, laying back on the chair. We couldn't care less about how we were sitting. Gavin was sitting ramrod straight, professional and serious looking. Not even his hair was out of place. Is he a robot? I should seriously ask him what hairspray he uses to set it place. I NEED one of them.
Mel was sitting with her legs crossed, on the table. Listening to him and evaluating whatever he was saying.
Me? I was sitting Indian-Style on the chair, my hair pulled up into a bun as I waited for Mel's decision. Thank the fashion gods for comfortable pants. I took another swift glance at Mel, waiting for her response. This discussion was getting annoying, leading to nowhere and my patience was wearing thin. I wanted out of this place as soon as possible so I could go home and put no my vibrator to good use.
Speaking of vibrators, Marcus looks like sex-on-legs right now. Again, I probably need medical attention for all my thoughts.
"Alright. 35% is the most I'm willing to do. Do we have a deal?" Melissa asks him, one eyebrow raised. Her facial muscles look tense and her shoulders were drawn tightly, she was losing patience.
I looked expectantly at Marcus when Mister I'm-a-perfect-assistant-and-use-magic-hairspray Gavin decided to interrupt, "But Mister Gold I don't think-"
He's cut off from saying whatever he has to say when Marcus holds up a hand quieting him. He looks to be in deep thought and he suddenly turns to look at me. His deep brown pools stare me down for a hot second and he turns away just as abruptly.
That simple eye-contact for that few seconds left me blushing. I bite the inside of my cheek and pray for the earth to open up as I notice Mel slightly narrowing her eyes at the state of my flushed face. Does nothing escape this woman? Ever? I lower my head and slip into
"We'll take it." Marcus's voice brings me out of my thoughts. I snap my head up to meet his face and find him staring at me directly. For a moment, it seemed like everyone else in the room ceased to exist. My mouth parts slightly, as if asking him to come kiss me.
"Well, that settles it. We can get our lawyers to work out the other details then." Comes Mel's excited but tired voice. I turn to face her, give her a sweet smile.
"Yes, it's a pleasure doing business with you Miss Monroe, Miss Rogers." He looks at each of us, nodding seriously.
God just come fuck me already.
Oh my god! I was many things, but I wasn't a man-stealer. Something was surely wrong with me.
I gave him a polite smile and stood up, stretching my legs. Mel stands up along with me.
"Well, this is settled then, I think we can call it a night." Comes Mel's cheery voice.
"Of course Miss Monroe." Marcus stands up, adjusting his suits and Gavin gets up dusting off non-existent dust off his pants. He did not look happy about this deal.
"Nonsense, call me Melissa. We're in business together now. And Romy, do come to my cabin after seeing Marcus and Gavin out." Mel snorts dismissively and walks out of the room.
I nod and look towards them both staring at me expectantly. What did they want? A Cinderella pumpkin to drop them home?
I give a stiff smile and make a gesture with my hand and open the door for them.
They walk out quickly, but not quick enough. I watch Marcus's tight butt sway as he walks to the door, not to mention his powerful strides. I kiss my teeth as I almost moan at that sight.
Yep something is definitely wrong with me.
I walk quickly to walk with them, otherwise I might just beg Marcus to take me, and I won't do it in front prissy-pants-Gavin.
He was extremely annoying all through the meeting. Butting in with obvious questions, reconfirming shit that's already been sealed, being prissy about his drink. God my period must be on the way, that's the only reason why I'm feeling so extreme about everything.
I press the button the elevator and wait for it. Shallow breathing is the only thing that can be heard in the hallway. Gavin spoke up suddenly, " Mister Gold, I think I'll take the stairs, it might take less time to go down that way."
Was he hinting that our elevators weren't fast or efficient enough for their industry? My fists clenched, the urge to hit him was growing by the second. I had to remind myself that this was because I was, in fact PMS-ing severely and not violent person by nature.
"Ok Gavin." Was Marcus's response. Did Gavin have a last name? I wondered as I heard his footsteps fade away.
Holy shit.
I was alone with Marcus. In an empty hallway. I'm PMS-ing severely. I'm feeling especially horny. I wanted nothing more to devour the man who was standing behind me.
Wait a minute, was he staring at my ass? I suddenly felt self conscious, was my ass ok looking?
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts and rapidly pressed the button hoping the damn elevator would speed up. We were only on the fourteenth floor. We need to get them checked out.
"Don't press it too many times, love. It'll come, don't worry." Marcus whispered in my ear.
A gasp left my mouth. How close was he? I turned around and saw that there was no more than a few inches between us. My heart was beating rapidly.
"I-I w-was" I was stuttering now, great. Might as well get some braces and a little acne. I was acting like a high schooler talking to their crush.
He gave a sweet smile that nearly made my knees wobble. It was beautiful and I found it difficult to breathe. I was feeling horny, charmed and unsteady. Was it normal to feel this way for someone you had met only twice?
I broke eye-contact and looked down, I was sure my cheeks were rosy and I was a mess. I exhaled lowly.
I heard a ding, signaling the elevator's arrival. Fina-fucking-ly. I rushed into the elevator and pressed the ground floor's button as watched through my lashes as Marcus entered the lift. His eyes were on mine, looking at me so seductively and charmingly.
Just fucking fuck the shit out of me already.
I bit my lip and started singing a random rhyme in my head. Yes rhyme, anything to distract myself from the beautiful specimen of a man next to me.
"You're singing it out loud." Marcus suddenly spoke.
"I was singing what out loud?" I asked, hoping he'd say anything but the rhyme. My cheeks felt hot. I don't think they cooled down at all.
"The rhyme." He said, giving me a little smirk.
This would be the perfect moment to come and take me away god. I winced and nodded, "Sorry Mister Gold."
I heard a hearty laugh from next to me. "No, it was quite endearing." was his response.
Endearing? I was shocked.
The elevator pinged again. I quickly rushed out of the elevator followed by a leisurely walking Marcus.
We reached the parking lot where his car was parked. It was flashy and expensive, obviously.
I stretched my hand out to him, "Pleasure doing business with you Mister Gold." I said with a small smile.
He looked at me for a moment, head tilted, as if studying me. He took my outstretched hand and pulled me into a hug.
I gasped audibly before hesitantly patting his back as he continued to hug me, tight and snug. Made me wonder what it'd be like to cuddle with him.
"Marcus, Call me Marcus Little one." His voice sent shivers down my spine. And the nickname? It sent jolts of pleasure to my already aching pussy. My breasts were against his broad chest, only our lower regions a little far. As if sensing what I was thinking, he tugged me even closer, my lower region touching his crotch.
"M-Marcus." was all I was able to get out before he pulled away abruptly and pressed a quick kiss on my forehead and got in his car and drove away.
My mouth hung open, as I stood in the parking lot trying to process what just happened.
I realized I was royally fucked.
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Hi my loveysss!!!! Here's chapter number 6.
I feel that Marcus is super intense. What do you guys think? Lemme know in the comments, show some love, share the story and vote for my story.
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-Sri